Activity on 2008-11-11

flickr (feed #2) 7:45am Posted a photo on Flickr.

flickr (feed #2) 7:51am Posted a photo on Flickr.

flickr (feed #2) 7:57am Posted a photo on Flickr.

twitter (feed #9) 8:50am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

A Cell phone for my dad: http://tinyurl.com/64once
twitter (feed #9) 9:20am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

As for me, I think I am going to get the “free” blackberry phone, since I can’t justify paying 200 for the iphone.
twitter (feed #9) 9:23am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

You know what I can’t wait to do? Drive the new car with my “Top gear Mix” running… that’ll be sweet.
twitter (feed #9) 9:33am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

New blog post: Spencer is a well-read cat http://tinyurl.com/5nj7k9
twitter (feed #9) 9:54am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

I still don’t know if my “If you kill it, you must refill it” sign is still in the break room near my old desk.
twitter (feed #9) 10:00am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@almightygod Oh Father of the Plains, your queries have been answered. Lord of the Buffalo, we worship your name.
twitter (feed #9) 10:16am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

“And the Papers want to know who’s shirt you wear”
twitter (feed #9) 11:01am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@happyguy Make the landing page static… took forever to load
twitter (feed #9) 11:02am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@happyguy Transitions between images are too fast and “Jump cut” fade, crossfade or something.
twitter (feed #9) 11:03am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@happyguy Dump the drop downs in favor of leading the visitor to each section to view the information they want.
twitter (feed #9) 11:37am Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@happyguy It’s not too had, grab the free topstyle to get started, it’ll give you the wysiwyg view you need fro training wheels
twitter (feed #9) 12:22pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

Considering who to Insure with, want renters insurance too…
twitter (feed #9) 12:33pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

A mostly “not punk” punk movie list: http://tinyurl.com/5f43sn
twitter (feed #9) 12:40pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

I’m sorry ifI offend, but: eeewww: http://www.kincardinetimes.com/
twitter (feed #9) 1:04pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

For a month I will be a “9-5″er then I switch to a night owl… I wonder if I will become an albino?
twitter (feed #9) 1:09pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

twitter (feed #9) 1:29pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@warrenellis Well then you can watch from the other side of that bridge you’re burning there. LoL.
twitter (feed #9) 1:55pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

I could go for pea soup right now, any good “soup” places in London?
twitter (feed #9) 2:33pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@happyguy I learned PHP by forking a piece of established software to my own ends. (black nova traders)
twitter (feed #9) 2:40pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

Hmm, I think I’ll call a customer or two back and try to close out more tickets.
twitter (feed #9) 2:49pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@happyguy Comapre the value of username to your source of user s and then perform an if then statement on the value…
twitter (feed #9) 2:55pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

AS: “Give us the proof of Trig’s maternity now!”
twitter (feed #9) 2:55pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@RevNathan Perhaps, if one does not work at the puppy throwing mill, but here at mill we both throw and hug puppies. It truly is bliss.
twitter (feed #9) 3:19pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@RevNathan “Reverand Nathan’s Down Home Libertarian Church of the Industrial” http://tinyurl.com/5ja8lk
lastfm (feed #4) 7:36pm Scrobbled a song on Last.fm.

lastfm (feed #4) 7:40pm Scrobbled a song on Last.fm.

twitter (feed #9) 7:42pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

Listening to NWO by Ministry.
twitter (feed #9) 9:45pm Posted a tweet on Twitter.

@shelisrael Ignorance is Bliss, Orwell was dead on about the Sheep

There were 31 Events on November 11th

Twitter Updates for 2008-11-11

  • Got soaked at the dealer…. I really did… payments are deal able but insurance is killer! #
  • A Cell phone for my dad: http://tinyurl.com/64once #
  • As for me, I think I am going to get the “free” blackberry phone, since I can’t justify paying 200 for the iphone. #
  • You know what I can’t wait to do? Drive the new car with my “Top gear Mix” running… that’ll be sweet. #
  • I still don’t know if my “If you kill it, you must refill it” sign is still in the break room near my old desk. #
  • “And the Papers want to know who’s shirt you wear” #
  • Considering who to Insure with, want renters insurance too… #
  • A mostly “not punk” punk movie list: http://tinyurl.com/5f43sn #
  • I’m sorry ifI offend, but: eeewww: http://www.kincardinetimes.com/ #
  • For a month I will be a “9-5″er then I switch to a night owl… I wonder if I will become an albino? #
  • LOL http://tinyurl.com/5jwmmf #
  • I could go for pea soup right now, any good “soup” places in London? #
  • Hmm, I think I’ll call a customer or two back and try to close out more tickets. #
  • AS: “Give us the proof of Trig’s maternity now!” #
  • Listening to NWO by Ministry. #

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Short Story: Lights Out Part 5

The roof access stairs were impassible; but it was clear to Patrick that staying on the 25th was going to be a bad idea; he had just heard something wet and horrible happen to his partner over the radio and was sure that he didn’t want it to happen to him.  He leaped over the bloody pools at the bottom of the stairs and caught himself on the railing of the stairs, slick footing preventing a clean landing.  The stairs were gore-laden messes with what appeared to be the remains of dozens of people all over them.  Patrick considered heading back down, but screaming and yelps of pain from behind him spurred him through the grotesque and up onto the roof into the inky, smoky night.

“Chief, this is Patrick Farrel, patrol unit 12, My partner was caught in whatever bingo is going down on 25.  I’m up on the roof to avoid catching whatever caught him!  Chief!?” his radio wasn’t coming back “Unit 12, someone come back?”

“Unit twelve, this is unit 3 on the first, we’re secure down there, what’s your six?”

“Unit 3, the roof lights are out, but there doesn’t appear to be anyone up here.  It’s freaking cold up her Rog.”

“Pat, I got ya.  Keep your head straight and keep an I eye on the roof”

“10-4 Unit 3.  Unit 12 out”

Patrick crunched along the gravel on the roof, and looked over the edge at the city below.  The streets were bathed in yellow and red, smoky and dangerous looking.  Patrick turned back towards the door to the stairs and walked face first into his partner.

“Holy Damn, Jack.  What’s going on, are you alright?”

Jack grabbed hold of Patrick and pushed him towards the edge of the rood, snapping at his face.

“Shit, Jack, what the fuck”

When the light from the fires below lit Jack’s face, Patrick could see that half of it was gone and there was nothing but evil intent in his remaining eye. Jack released Patrick’s shoulder with his right hand and swung a blinding punching into Patrick’s chin, stunning him.  Patrick fell to the gravel next to the short wall around the perimeter of the roof.  Jack began to pummel his partner, bloodying his face; between blows Patrick pulled his pistol from his belt and tried to level it at his partners knees, but Jack slapped it from his hand and over the side of the roof.

Patrick rolled to his left and escaped the rain of blows; kicking Jack’s right knee out from under him.  Jack collapsed towards Patrick who had rolled to his feet and bounced unsteadily way, returning to kick his fallen attacker in the gorey remains of his face. Stomping it.

“Yeah, you like that? Huh?  You like some of this?”

Patrick stomped his former partner until he stopped thrashing around and the wheezing bubbling blood stopped pumping from the ragged edge of his mouth.

“Shit..”

“Unit 12, this is Chief.  Come back”

Patrick’s radio was one the ground next to the wall.

“Unit 12, Chief, we’ve got a problem up on the roof; Jack just tried to toss me over the side”

“Come back Unit 12, what was that?”

“Chief, Jack just  tried to eat my face and kick me over the side of the building.  I had to stomp him dead to to get him to lay still”

“Unit 12, do not leave the location.”

“10-4 Chief.  Unit 12 on the roof and waiting.  If whatever got Jack is up here Chief, I don’t want to meet it.  Jack was all fucked up before he got to me, half of his face was gone; like somoeone ripped it off”

“Say again 12?”

“Jack’s face was torn off!”

“Chief on his way”

“Shit”

Patrick sat on the gravel with his back against the wall and stared at the body of his former partner.  Patrick had been the best man at Jack’s wedding.  He was Jack’s kids’ godfather.  Jack’s wife would be devastated.  Patrick coughed a bit in regret, but snapped his flashlight out and began to scan the roof for other surprises.

There was a bloody trail leading to him from the door, but there was no other sign of disturbance on the roof.  Patrick stood up and walked to the door; from behind the door he could hear heavy, but labored footsteps and called out “Chief?”

There was no response, but a grey arm shot up from the gloom; Patrick pointed his flashlight down into the stairwell and immediately slammed the door shut and sat down against it.

“Chief, lock down the 25th, do not enter 25!”

“Unit 12, repeat?”

“Chief, get the 25th locked down.  There are more things like Jack down there, they are all fucked up and dead Chief.  We got zombies or some shit like that on 25!”

Weak arms began to pound the door behind him, they wanted out but couldn’t budge the door.  Patrick braced himself and then ran for Jacks body, Jack’s pistol was still strapped to his waist.  Patrick grabbed the gun and the extra clips stored there and turned to face the monsters pouring from the door.